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...caviar boiling," she wanted desperately to be "well-rounded." Thus during weekends at Yale or Princeton Sylvia undertook her blind-date excursions cheerfully, and tried to include them in her mother's vicarious life. "Picture me then," she gloats, "in my navy-blue bolero suit and versatile brown coat, snuggled in the back seat of an open...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Two Lives | 11/24/1975 | See Source »

Women are scarce in the Zone in the night time. Two girls perch on a concrete trash bin near me in Liberty Square. A lanky black man in a floppy tweed coat ambles up to them, cocks his head and murmurs, "Ain't you kinda young to be downtown?" I don't catch their reply, but he looks satisfied and saunters on. The two friends on the cylinder look at each other and one says "Girl, you know...

Author: By Anemona Hartocollis, | Title: A Zone for Tremulous Flanks | 11/20/1975 | See Source »

...three sisters look like they have wandered out of an unsuccessful nursery rhyme. Auntie Pasta's striking pallor is accentuated by her puddle-blue coat and Auntie Awful is dourly dressed in pea green and black. Raima Evan's coy voice, which seems to pass through a kazoo, brings out the meddlesome but well-intentioned manner of Auntie Tomato...

Author: By Anemona Hartocollis, | Title: Blather | 11/15/1975 | See Source »

...that's not Madame Butterfly in a fur coat. The fashion plate is Dewi Sukarno, 35, widowed fourth wife of former Indonesian President Sukarno, and she just dropped by Paris' House of Dior to sample a new furry creation. Now a Parisienne, Dewi has been working on a book about the Sukarno regime and its overthrow by the army in 1967. "No social life, no parties for me until the end of the year," claimed Dewi. "I'm just concentrating on the book." Well, during the day perhaps. At night the former first lady is still seen...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People, Nov. 10, 1975 | 11/10/1975 | See Source »

There's no peripheral vision, there's no movement. What after all, you might ask yourself, are all of these people looking at? The boy in the plaid coat is looking at something on his face--his teeth it seems, (maybe he's appalled by his braces), the woman next to him is looking at something outside the frame. What could it be? Can you say this is a faithful reproduction of reality if you can't even tell what people are looking at? Not the woman who looks shocked by something outside the picture, the same picture in which...

Author: By Gregory F. Lawless, | Title: Lost in the Funhouse | 10/17/1975 | See Source »

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